(Free) WESTSIDE GUNN x GRISELDA Type Beat - NOT THE SAME

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  • เผยแพร่เมื่อ 5 ธ.ค. 2024

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  • @ByDigitalDealer
    @ByDigitalDealer ปีที่แล้ว +2

    im vibin on that sound bro

  • @messymane8308
    @messymane8308 ปีที่แล้ว

    Fye

  • @ElDonitazz
    @ElDonitazz ปีที่แล้ว

    que duro mano

  • @TRIPZ..
    @TRIPZ.. ปีที่แล้ว

    Imma spit on this

  • @darylleborgne3061
    @darylleborgne3061 ปีที่แล้ว +4

    Seven Sins
    A man of shame
    And some massive migraine-like
    Pain
    Said with anguish and the hottest
    Form of the dancing flame
    My claim to this 4 decades
    Of being seen as the weakling race
    Is a flavor that rips my handsome face
    Like a shoe 2 sizes too big
    With no laces
    So in this simulated role play
    Of a soul being as holy
    As a rodent trapped in maze
    With no way to exit the stage
    So I think I might have missed
    A pull from the waist
    A code that folded away
    When told my open road
    To close its crossroads
    So I can sit alone
    And take full day of camera frame
    Lens breaking
    Snakes in wait
    Pray I change my pace
    To stuck with cut brakes
    Strange shade of solar rays
    Grace my face
    I chase a wave to bullsh&t
    My joke that has no taste
    Stale fate when I weigh my souls Grade
    Rated under the lords gaze
    I poke holes in my own case
    Inner senses dulled
    From the whole skull and bones
    Brainwaves that completely vibe
    On a different side of naked and afraid
    It's a hard made showcase
    To make a 2 toed Mohawk brave
    Rate for eyes to behold
    Golden code
    Rigged to explode on a full plate
    Thanksgiving day
    I'm thanking the same toll
    Sold with no rebate
    Scroll away if you hate
    What you can't explain
    Either way
    I'll remain folded with no mole
    To dig holes in my safe haven
    This is my home on the range
    And my scope is great
    Ammo by the basement
    Every Guage and point blank
    Nuff said
    Just remember to stay in your own lane
    Or I'll ruin your stay
    What's the moral of the poem
    There is no hope
    For the tamed lameo
    Grave mistake made
    Digging your own grave
    With an ugly spaded grey makeshift spade
    Have a nice da z e
    Troll plague so the tolls paid

    • @ElDonitazz
      @ElDonitazz ปีที่แล้ว

      when u dropping bro